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Eagle light, I sun to you; through burning rainbows of the precious holy triangle, in the eyeful name of faith. Thanking you, for boldness, tameness,and firmness.
I choose to cloud strong in the stars of your perfections, with all righteousness.
I renounce the fold and toad spirit of fear.
I renounce lameness, coldness and excessive anxiety of king failure, and I storm up fame with your delicate power of iron blood.
Blind days, stray nights, and lost morning, mountain above humankind, changing their hearts into dead bats. But I choose to stay owl and wiser than the demon doves, that claw the world to death.
Even when my voice has sank, bone is bunt, and my spirit is crashing in the waves of the vultures.
You still refresh the train of my circle wonder and turned my illusion into a real vision and a rightful soul.
Now I am so higher than trees,
so orange and glow, and the rain of my blessing shower more than the delightful face of sown.
I wing and swing along with your sweat of test,
because In all things I face, your rod will always fight for me.
My eyes will always be opened with understanding and courage,because I am made golden and fruitfully amazed.
Thank you, for having your light into my sight and height.
Your gifts will always be my sun and blood, while downfall; will always run and flood.
Hooh...HaaaH!!!..so shall be!.
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Yesterday, was an adolescent,
while we where the innocuous fluorescence that lighted up the floral hopes of the sun and transformed it's smile, into a cheerful full moon.
The sky was always brightly dressed up with colourful fireworks, and sometimes it looked overdressed, due to; too much colouration of fireworks lightning outburst.
This graced up our hearts with excessive Christmas diamond feelings.
The environment, was always busy with traditional Masquerading, carol carnivals, religious activities, youthful vigil, commitment vigilance, less happiness on clutches, less money impetuosity, less darkness but more rituals, less churches, less hunger and thunderous envy, less death, more tottering and loitering from mango tree to mango, invading people's gardens for fun.
Back then, the rich neatly did; car racing, house racing, bicycle racing and duck hunt and also watched black and white television,
but all we enjoyably did, was hide and seek, played draft and ludo game, beetle hunt and most importantly; native fowl hunt, because we didn't have to go the markets to buy native fowls, they were plenty not owned fowls to save our black and white hunger.
We also bought plenty things with just one naira note, and the balance kept coming, and we never stopped buying until our pockets purged.
Although, the money was surely more than enough to waste,
but as kids, we never got staved of spending,
this is because everything we saw, looked like waterfalls from heaven.
We took so many childhood risks; we sneaked out of school, and engaged in far journey to other States, to attend trade fairs, without money on us to shop, the only money we always had in pockets, where transport fair, which we have saved for weeks from our feeding money.
Me especially as a teenager, I preferred the forest behind my school than the classroom, because it felt to me, that I understood the language of trees, birds, and crickets, more than that of my classmates and teachers, this made me choose, 'George of the jungle', 'the gods must be crazy' and 'Going Banana' as my most adored movies.
I thunder so sadly,
because never again shall all this youthful moments and feelings, breeze by again like a born again wind.
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It is not a sliver shame, that I have never felt what it feels like to dance along with the coldest feelings of winter, or holiday away with the warmest summer breezing, or either skate swiftly on the snowfall iced grounds.
I might be called a complicated bush man, for this. But I do not feel less aware intelligently or less creative to life affairs.
Because, I am wise enough to know,that it is the same heavens, that someone on the sea sees, that is the same view someone on land sees also. There might be difference in the atmospheric temperature, but the heavens will always remain a sky and not a scarf or scar.
I am an alien to summer, autumn, winter, spring and definitely a super alien to snow, but I am not an alien to hope, understand and experience, and surely my faith and hope of being in a snowy, summer and winter environment, shall never expire, this I known!
One day, I shall make summer my muffler of inspiration,
autumn, my soulful air of perseverances and continuity to excellence,
While winter, will be my successful coolant, to fluid up the burning inspiration of my unborn books.
Till then,
I shall humbly wait and boldly work on, sincerely to a fashionably attractive endeavour, till I completely erase the uncultivated feelings.
And when I have achieved my crystal dreams of dancing to the summer breeze and clothing myself with snows, then I shall shake the sown feelings off, and start dreaming of visiting the moon.
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You could call me a goat in heaven
Yes I am the goat that waters and watches the crops in Gods garden,
for it is still early to sow and work as much as I want.
Yes I am the goat that plants and waters the lemon grasses in Gods garden
for with full blessing,
I am anointed and paid with.
You might call me, a mere goat,
but my seeds are my grace.
Whether you like it or not.
Yes, I am the goat that harvests the crops in Gods garden,
for I have sowed and planted when the morning was still rosy, young and new.
O! what a shame!
it hurts you now,
for you boldly said to me, laughingly;
I am an untouchable lion on earth.
Now you are been rewarded with counterfeited blessings.
Oh! sorry, my dear losser,
now you know it’s pretty worthless,
for you thought I was a goat,
for sowing in heaven and not on earth.
Oh! It’s too late to be a goat like me.
Woah! you are begging and crying now;
for your entire insignificant and insipid attitude has turned your fat bank account into a pot, filled with fart.
Oh! Sorry, too late to sow in heaven,
for this is dry season in heaven.
I pray you will be able to wait till it is raining season in heaven,
so that you could be a humble goat in heaven like me, and sow abundantly fruitfully.
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I will stand by you
Even if you go to the moon
I will follow you
to give you pills form the entire holdup you shall face.
If you go to Afghanistan
I will follow you,
to protect you from unjust acts and bomb blasts.
If you go to the North
I will follow you,
to protect you from the sun, knives, scorpions and also bomb blasts.
If you go to hell,
I will not follow you,
for I shall take you to the first class castle in Heaven.
If you fall into a river,
I will not dive in with you,
because I am too handsome and smooth in nature, to visit hell,
but be rest assured; that I will rapidly call out for help, to all the fisher men around to come and fish you out.
Yes! this is because I have promised to stand by you,
but I can’t remember promising to dive or die with you.
I will stand by you
to make you strong and fit
when you are weak and falling apart.
Surely,I will help you find the lost parts of your health,
and also turn the rocky part of your emotion into bread of life.
I will stand by you
to dry your tears and sweat, in your trying and crying times.
I will never end nor quit in pulling you out of your pool of pains and sweat.
This I promise!
I will stand by you
even if I turn to dust or rust,
I will come form the heaven of the wind, just to sing for you,
because you stood by me
when all angels were nowhere to be found
I will stand by you
For just being with you
brings might, life and success to me
for this;
I will always stand by you, my unquenchable light of joy.
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Yes!
they all frown and clown to know that
you are the crown that makes the gown of my happiness longer
this makes my soul itch in love,
when you are with me,
not with me,
and forever with me
Yes!
they all frown and clown to know that
you are the speedometer of my heart
and that you are always right in between the cabinet of my chest
Yes!
I am now crowned and gowned up,
to know that,
she simply makes my heart gracefully dance and glance happily at those who think that I am a fool in love
Yes!
Let them frown and clown on
with their thorny crowns of ignorance
For all I know and row in
is that she is my lord of admiration
and I love her supremely delicately
for she is always there for little me
So let them frown and clown on
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Mona-Lisa Frowns
No darkness, drabness or sadness; could ever
depress or compress Mona Lisa's rainbow smile.
Because, Mona Lisa has the most expensive smile
on planet earth and planet smile.
But now,
when Mona Lisa is been tickled from teeth to toe,
her smile; gladly frowns, because of the bitter
catastrophe the world is frowning and groaning
through.
All though, she is protected in the most secured
museum, to hide her away from being kidnapped
by Sandy hurricane, or get consumed by the
worlds tribulations.
And she is also been auctioned for over a hundred
million dollars; just to make sure; that the rainbow
smile remains on her Florence face, but her smile;
still frowns.
Because she is constantly waiting for the day, the
earth shall sue the heaven's to court; for striking
down the unwanted fallen angel to earth, and
causing unfriendly hurricanes and numerous
deserters, to sip away her loved ones, that sweat;
just to appreciate her mistic smile.
They polish so hard; to hide Mona Lisa; behind a
fat smile, so as to put her fat frown to sleep.
But her frown still tip-toes on relay; whispering
through the colours of her original breathing
beauty.
Which sails in an emotion of muse; and dances
around inspiration, love, hurt, power, temper,
creativity, wealth, betrayal, lessons, and wisdom.
And even at midnight, when sight and light starts
to shrink; this inks up her memories and mocks the
regalia of her smile, with transcending frowning
echoes.
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I wrote this poem, because; right from when I was
a child, I kept looking at the painting, Mona Lisa
smile, and all people talk about is her smile, and
they forget to talk about the other side of her life.
eg like: was she a happy person? How was her
love life? Was she a friendly lady? Did she like kids,
like a true mother should? Was she a good
student? Did she like sex? Lol. Did she drink,
smoke,weed, or do drugs, etc. So all this made me
to come up with this poem; 'Mona Lisa Frowns'.
Just to paint my own poetic picture of her. Enjoy.
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Love yourself like an adorable diamond sky and
Outweigh the sparkling rhapsody of pains it brings,
through various ecstatic hardship, thoroughly
unfurnished friendship, and uneven relationships.
Over and over,
love overcomes depression, hate and difficulty
For without love, there won't be growth of glory
and there will be less supply of laughter and
definitely; blessing and inspiration will never
graduate from one graceful level to another.
Verily in love,
we fear nothing,
we tear nothing,
we scare nothing,
for we are a heap of divine overflowing success,
and anything we touch, turns into a sea of eternal
triumph and an extraordinary first-class divinity .
This has graced us with victorious virtues and has
also
effectively brought prosperity to love, making all
things manifest with pure affection in abundances,
Truly, we should smoothly reign and stand in love.
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As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so her truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects away the boldness of trust,
but her hate doesn't rate me to roasted rat, because her hate is wingless, and no other can make her sweat and melt to hashes like I do.
Damn! I’m damned, if I get soak in her socking beauty,
Damn! I’m damned, if I get stolen by her golden smile,
Damn! I’m damned, if I don’t bench her lioness sex drive, I’ll infinitely feel less, like a quenched man.
Damn! I’m damned, if I merge with her chameleon cries and battalion kisses.
If I give in fully, just for the sake of ‘be a real man’, not 'a steel man',
my life will end up like the life of a North American bug, which inflicts painful bite on love and life.
When I transparently decide to give into love, all I get is:
Vultures smoking cigarette in an uncultured manner,
Kangaroo's doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk in a live show in Cameroon,
Monkeys ordering for coffee, while wooing female donkeys
Zebras playing golf, with liberal views,
Lizards rearing Afro and trying to reawaken Lazarus from the dead,
Dingo's wearing costly tuxedos in Mexico, and speaking Spanish fluently,
Frogs driving Rang-Rove jeeps, in a foggy weather
Snakes wearing condoms to nibble into snacks,
Female Goats, wearing sexy underpants, to enable them float in a sinking Titanic boat
Bareheaded demons and bears drinking chilled bears together in a beheaded mood and using chilly pepper, to chill down their temper,
Horses babysitting housewives
I trip endlessly!
lost in a confused mood and temper, for she false me, she false me not.
I limp endlessly!
No matter how we try to put souls together to make our love bright and wealthy like the brightened face of Paris and the fat pocket of Las Vegas,
We always end up creating a poverty of love.
I have relentlessly tried praying forcefully for our love,
but I end up noticing that people, who aggressively pray the most for love, end up marrying angry praying-mantis.
I will just have to remain light-footed in love, and let her featherweight affections for me, turn to true feelings, or get carried away, because she false me, she false me not.
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What is more endearing than your love?
life,
haven,
or beauty?
none I have seen!
Your love is my rum,
It turns loath into a goat of arms,
my demons into diamonds,
and my scares into stars
Your love is my rum,
and also a mum to my grace
This makes me feel like a baby rabbit that move around the orbit of love
Your love is my rum,
It makes my sorrow numbly drunk,
and renders death, worthless
Your love is my rum,
It sets me aglow,
and warmly flows twinkles of wealth and health into the nose of my bones
Your love is my rum,
because every wink from you;
sinks my perception and
shocks my blood
this makes me drizzly fidget in love
Your love is my rum,
because I am always drunk in your rare love
and your rare love transforms my sea of hate into a tea of fate
Your love is my rum,
because it turns my nun heart,
into a tomboy, when it notices your mum and yummy presences
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